Kingdom Come Page #2

- It doesn't matter how people feel.

- Honey!

It's all right. Okay? Just relax.

I know how hard this is.

You and Daddy had some problems.

But we're family.

And we'll get through this

together. Okay?

There you go.

Speaking of family...

...Marguerite is

staying with your mama.

- That's good.

- Good. And also...

...Junior's family is staying here.

- No!

- Ray Bud, he's your brother.

Not here. They can go stay at a motel.

- They can't afford it.

- Is that my fault?

Did I make him

follow that pipe dream?

You shouldn't talk like that.

He tried so hard.

Face it, Lucille, he's an idiot.

I don't need Charisse's mouth...

...or those demonic kids.

We'll talk about it tonight.

But don't forget the shoes.

Size 10-D.

I'll remember, Lucille. Okay?

We're not gonna have any problems,

are we?

We're not gonna have any problems.

But do me a favor.

When I die...

...just bury me out in the backyard.

What is in your mouth?

What's wrong with you?

Give me that.

Boy, eat it!

Let it go!

- Junior?

- What?

- What's this?

- I don't know.

This looks like a woman's earring,

but it ain't mine.

- Junior!

- What?

Whose is it?

- Baby, I don't know.

- You don't know?

You want me to help you remember?

Is that it?

- Ray Bud?

- Yeah?

It's all just a mystery, huh?

Life and death.

Yes, it is, Clyde. Yes, it is.

Ain't easy losing your daddy.

Taught you how to bait a hook.

Teach you right from wrong,

bought you your first beer.

We remember the good things.

Yep. I ought to get back

to this carburetor.

We're not just a garage, Ray.

We're your family.

Back when you was a drunken bum,

we stood by you.

Paid your bills, lied to your wife.

Family things.

And I sure am grateful for that,

Clyde.

Of course, I wouldn't let

Antoine and Merline Depew...

...bury my dog, much less my daddy.

So if you have any problems,

just give us a call.

- Thank you, Clyde, I gotta get back.

- Now if...

...you just say the word...

...the Depews will pay more in hearse

repair than they make in a year.

Thank you, Clyde.

I'll keep that in mind.

Ray Bud?

It's your cousin Royce.

This is Ray.

Where are you?

What did he say?

He'll get here when he can.

Do you do this to torture me?

Yeah, Mama. I siphoned out the gas

so we'd have time together.

You're a demon.

The devil incarnate.

IKeep your drawers on, okay?

Ray Bud is on his way...

...and he can't get here

fast enough for me.

So let's just sit here

and be quiet for a while.

Jesus got the knob!

That's cool...

...that's cool.

- 'Cause Satan got the key!

- Give me that!

I cannot believe I spent 17 hours...

...in labor with you!

You get back here! Royce!

You get back here, boy,

before I hurt you!

We combine a thrifty,

no-nonsense approach...

...with a Christ-like sensitivity...

...to answer all your funeral needs.

We have a number of wonderful plans.

Let me tell you about them.

The Eternal Life plan...

Seventeen hours...

...of unbelievable torment.

Crying out in unbearable agony!

Would it kill you to do one thing

to please me?

- It looks that way.

- Since you got fired...

...from that sewage plant,

you've been with a bad crowd.

You'll be like your brother.

Leave Lavar out of this.

Maybe you'll end up neighbors in jail.

The two of you can beat on

the bars with your tin cups.

- I ain't got time for this...

- You wait up, boy!

There's a gas station

down this road.

I'm gonna get some gas.

Go on, get your gas.

Maybe if I'm lucky...

...I'll get killed by some big semi!

So go on, get your gas.

All right, Mama.

What do you want to talk about?

Where is your life going?

Them unemployment checks...

...don't come forever.

Have you thought about that?

Life isn't just drinking

and loose women.

- Life is not a good time.

- You're proof of that.

Boy, watch your mouth or...

You straighten up

or you'll burn in hell.

You better come up with a plan,

and soon.

- I got a plan.

- Well, what is it?

You're right.

Those checks won't come forever.

I think about that.

When they stop...

...I'm gonna find me a gal.

A good Christian gal

and settle down.

Quit all this foolishness.

I know you want grandbabies.

You've always said that.

I figure I'd have me one or two kids.

So I can get on welfare.

Welfare?

- Is that your plan?

- That's it.

You want to know

what I say to that?

Now, look here...

...I'll throw in the folding

chairs this one time.

Return the funeral books

in the morning.

- Okay. Bye.

- Bye-bye.

Oh, no, no! Oh!

I have people coming.

What am I gonna do?

I hope they like corn dogs.

Come on, Delightful.

- What about this one?

- Whatever you want, Mama.

I like the Diplomat.

Who cares what you like, Satan?

Does it really matter?

What you gonna do?

Put him in a pine box?

Of course not, Marguerite.

- Corn dog, Mama Ray?

- No, thank you.

You a lying, stubborn man! Get out!

Junior? Is Charisse all right?

I think so.

Sometimes she gets these headaches.

That's too bad.

You want a corn dog?

- Thanks, Lucille.

- You're welcome. Take a napkin.

- You decide on anything?

- Mama's still thinking.

- I like the Heavenly Express.

- You do, do you?

- It's pretty.

- It seems kind of pricey to me.

You can't be thinking like that, man.

This is our only Daddy

and we're gonna do this right.

We ain't gonna worry about cost.

- Yeah?

- That's what family's for.

- Here's what I think...

- Ray, will you help me in the kitchen?

- Sorry to interrupt.

- Charisse!

- How you feeling?

- Not well, Lucille.

- My kids driving you crazy?

- No. They're outside.

Stop that!

Don't make me come out there!

I'll beat your ass

if your daddy won't.

Lucille, listen...

...can I borrow some nerve pills?

Sure. I'll be right back.

- Precious...

- Junior! Get my shoe.

Yes, ma'am.

Here you go, sweetie.

I'm sorry you're not feeling well.

Mama Ray, I'm the one that's sorry.

'Cause I've watched something

I loved...

...shrivel up and die right

before your very eyes.

It's sad.

- Here you go, Charisse, honey.

- Thank you.

- You are a comfort.

- You're welcome.

Honey, we should just...

...go lay you down in the bedroom

so you can rest.

Maybe you're right.

I am feeling a little faint.

- Did I just drop something?

- Charisse?

I believe it's your earring.

This is not mine, Lucille.

Everybody, take a look at this.

I would never, ever...

...wear something so cheap and tawdry!

- Charisse...

...you should be laying down

when those pills kick in. Come on.

All it takes is some thought...

...but I know I know who owns this.

Just a little thought, baby.

I'm gonna find out who it is.

I could have married

the rich Slocumb, Teddy Wayne!

- I vote for the Heavenly Express.

- So do I.

Now can we talk about headstones

before we all die?

I'm sure you got something to say.

I think it should

include some scripture.

- My first idea was Ecclesiastes 2:16.

- Aunt Marguerite, please!

"There is no remembrance

of the wise more than of the fool..."

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